Hermanas

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SISTERS:

Are you happy you're

finally meeting your aunt?

Yes.

Know when

I last saw my sister?

- When?

- Eight years ago.

My age.

The same.

Did you tell her

to bring me a skateboard?

- You already have one.

- I want another.

Tomi, that's enough.

- Look, Tomi, she's on that plane.

- Yes, there.

Not yet...

- She isn't coming.

- She will.

Elena.

Hello.

- You look just the same.

- No.

- You look the same.

- No.

How are you, Sebas?

Toms, a handsome boy.

Did you bring a skateboard?

- Tomi!

- What!

Mom said you'd

brought Dad's stuff.

Did you know

he was writing a novel?

- Really?

- I'd love to read it.

We could look for it later.

Yes.

Watch out, Tomi.

Do you like it?

Well, we're just moving in.

There's a lot to be done.

It's so big!

And all that light.

Come on.

I'll show you around.

This is the guest room.

When the painters finish,

you can give it a try.

Ok.

I can't believe you're here.

Ten days.

Can't you stay any longer?

No, I can't.

I'll come more often

now you're here.

Will you?

- You're sharing with Tomi.

- That's fine.

Excuse me.

Your aunt.

Can I sleep on the top?

Only joking.

- Do you want to rest?

- Ok.

Help me set the table, Tomi?

Oh no, God.

Thanks, Auntie.

Can I wear it?

- There it is.

- Can you?

- It suits you.

- It's beautiful.

Keep it,

I want you to have it.

No, no, no...

Are you crazy?

I don't usually

wear dresses like this.

I don't go to parties,

or to the embassy.

My life isn't glamorous.

- Are you kidding me?

- No. The moths will get at it.

Sarita Levin

just came out of you.

Don't ever say

that again to me.

How could you think

of Aunt Sarita?

Moths, mothballs.

That's true.

How beautiful!

Did you see

that picture with Tomi?

- Remember that day?

- Of course.

Student's Day.

No. My birthday. We spent

the weekend on the island.

Wasn't that the day Sebas caught

a huge dorado and some dogs ate it?

No, Sebastin wasn't there.

It was me who caught it.

- Remember?

- Not really.

This is Sebastin.

No.

He wasn't there.

- And who took the picture?

- Martn.

I'm wrinkling your dress.

Got any more photos

of that day?

I don't know.

There must be...

Let's look at old pictures.

I haven't opened

the boxes since we moved.

- Give it to me. Let me.

- No. That's it.

Yes?

Hold on,

it's all twisted.

Let me see.

Careful.

There.

I feel weird going through it.

I'd forgotten

Dad's curved Js.

It was buried in the garden.

Just before he died,

Daddy told Mom.

Later she asked me to bring it.

I guess she thought

it would be safer here.

Elena, here it is.

The novel.

IN THE SHADE OF A PARADISE

BY DAVID LEVIN:

Hi!

Mommy how are you?

Yes, I knew it was you.

She arrived perfect.

Beautiful and full of presents.

Yes.

Happy. Imagine...

Ok.

Ok... yes.

I promise we'll spend Christmas

together in Argentina.

Love you.

Bye, mom. Bye.

I pick up the other phone.

How was the trip?

Hello, Mom.

As usual,

I wanted to get off

as soon as we took off.

Nati, there's a tribute to your

father at University in October

with the re-edition of "Shelter,"

You must come, Please,

- I can't speak in public,

- I can't make it.

They finally publish Dad

and you can't make it?

I have to work, I'll be

in Nicaragua in October.

Couldn't you choose

a more dangerous place?

Mother, I'm not a travel agent,

I'm a journalist.

So cover the return

of democracy in Argentina,

Guess who I saw the other day,

Ceci,

She asked about you,

She came back from France

with two beautiful sons,

- People are coming back,

- We've been over this.

I'm not coming back.

Natalia,

- Elena are you there?

- Yes, Mom. I'm here.

Thanks for the Newell's jersey.

Tomi never takes it off.

I got your transfer, I'll pay

you back when I get the pension,

Sebastin's earning good so as

long as we can help you, I'm glad.

Thank you, darling,

Let's hang up now.

I'll call you Sunday.

Love to Sebastin

and Tomasito,

Love you.

- Can you put Nati on again?

- Of course.

I'm here.

Martn's mother,

Clara, came yesterday,

You know she's with the Mothers,

They want you as

a witness for the Conadep,

Ok, Mom.

I'll think about it.

Love you. Bye.

What's that?

Souvenir. Punk years.

I was a waitress

in the Gothic, a neighborhood.

Did it hurt?

Can't remember.

I was high most of the year.

Nati...

Mom's lonely,

she wants to see you.

I offered her

a ticket to Spain...

But she wants you to go there.

It's not that easy.

ARGENTINA, 9 YEARS EARLIER

- Hello, Nati.

- Hello.

Here.

No, how's Dad?

- Is he at his desk?

- Yes.

He's writing.

It's an honor to be laid off

by those fascists.

Maybe I can talk

to Sebastin's uncle.

- Maybe they need a professor...

- Dad at a priest's school?

He could teach literature

and make a living.

It's good.

It's direct

and poignant.

You should lighten it a little.

Martn, don't be so erratic...

- But you've got talent.

- Thanks.

Now we have to see

if you have discipline.

Writing takes

more sweating than soccer.

Would you sign this?

Yes, of course.

- I've read it 3 times.

- Dad.

I'm here baby.

Excuse me, you have a call.

Ok, I'm coming.

Martn Garca, my student,

my daughter, Natalia.

Didn't you write

the essay on Cortzar?

Yes.

Dad gave it to me.

I loved it.

Well, thank you.

Martn wants to be a writer.

And Natalia's

a very sharp reader.

I criticized

some of his adjectives...

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